This story includes references to smoking, drugs, and bdsm. Please don't read on if it's not for you!
The story so far:
It's better to read Part 1 first ... but here is some detail:
Annabelle is the eighteen year old, very inexperienced daughter of Prince Michael, a British Royal. He is involved in a scandal with an under age Romanian girl and is being blackmailed.
Annabelle met Terri, an older woman, and very wealthy owner of a chain of luxury hotels, at a dinner party arranged by Prince Michael. Terri invites her for a few days on her mega yacht, Omega. Annabelle discovers her true sexuality ...
Dmitri is a Russian Oligarch, Jen Armstrong an American sit-com actress.
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Lying in bed, girlfriend of the older woman sleeping next to her, Annabelle was deep in thought.
Confused, curious, excited but uneasy, she knew she had to make some decisions
How could so much have changed in less than a week? The sheltered life in the exclusive all girls boarding school on the south coast of England had not prepared her for the last few days. Sure, some of her friends had experimented with drugs, mostly marijuana, but this hadn't interested her. However, she was shocked when two girls in her class became lovers,
Her time had been taken up crewing the school's forty foot racing sailboat, and working relentlessly to achieve the grades necessary to be accepted into Oxford University. This new world was completely different. Had she discovered her real self, or was this just a passing phase in her life?
Moving carefully, not wanting to wake Terri, she sat up in bed. Her cigarettes were temptingly on the bedside table, reminding her of a growing need to satisfy her new habit. The teen resisted ... she was in control.
How she loved the feeling of Terri's warm soft body, touching hers, mature, soft, so exciting. Those beautiful large breasts, the large nipples just waiting to be sucked. Her full thighs leading up to a paradise ... the smell of sex ... the taste of her juices.
Yes, she was a lesbian. Never in her eighteen years had she felt like this. Terri had released something wonderful inside her and something she didn't fully understand. Why was she so turned on when Terri squeezed her nipple so hard, and kept squeezing until she was crying in pain, tears rolling down her cheeks?
A little worried about the marijuana, ecstasy and coke ... but if she was sensible, she'd be ok ... wouldn't she?
Would Terri want her to stay, her girlfriend and lover? A moment of fear and insecurity filled her body.
She was worried about the text from Jen. "Hi beautiful sexy girl - my production company is making a docu-drama about the British royal family? We would appreciate your input. Let me know ... love Jen xxxxx"
Now her young body was crying out for a calming cigarette. Fingers trembling, she put it between her lips, quickly lit the end filling her body with the addictive but comforting smoke.
Terri stirred and rolled over facing her.
"Good morning sweetheart. Love you."
Nobody had said this to her before and meant it. How she wanted to be loved, but how could she be sure? Why would Terri
love
her, an inexperienced eighteen year straight from school?
"And I'm really your girlfriend?"
"Yes sweetheart, really, really."
"What happens when I go home?"
"Do you want to go?"
Annabelle started to get upset.
"No, unless you want me to ..."
Then silence - the longest fifteen seconds of Annabelle's life.
Like her late father, Terri was tough in business, ruthless, demanding, and certainly not a "people person". This young girl had broken through her defences. She simply wanted to make love and be with her, all day, every day. That her girlfriend should return to England was unthinkable. For the first time in her forty years she felt insecure and vulnerable.
"Come back into bed sweetheart - we need to talk."
As they lay facing each other in the in the soft, warm bed, Terri struggled to control her emotions. Annabelle could see her lover's eyes were watering then she started to weep. Was Terri ending their relationship, sending her home
All she wanted to do now was snuggle tight into Terri's breasts, close her eyes and let time stand still. That where she wanted to be, where she belonged.
As tears ran down the older woman's cheeks, the first time since her first traumatic day at school. She held the teen tight.
"Don't leave sweetheart, ever."
For the next hour they made love.
Never before had Terri felt like this. Ruthless in business, aggressive, she had learned from her father. Impatient at the slow pace of university life she had left after the first year and joined her father in his rapidly growing hotel empire. Twenty years later she owned and controlled one of Europe's largest and most successful luxury hotel groups.
But, for the first time ever this powerful woman realised she was vulnerable, helplessly in love. She knew this beautiful, inexperienced eighteen year old could break her heart.
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It was a warm sunny morning. The Omega was cruising at twenty knots just off the Spanish coast. Side by side, on the sheltered private balcony, they enjoyed breakfast together.
"What would you like to do today sweetheart?" The older woman already knew the answer ...
"Can you," the teen paused, almost afraid to say it, "show me more things?"
"More bad things?"
"Yes."
There is a drug called tuci, also known as pink cocaine, produced in hidden laboratories just outside Bogota, Colombia. A mixture of amphetamines, LSD and various other stimulants, the pink pill takes an hour to take effect and lasts up to six hours. Combined with E it becomes a powerful female aphrodisiac.
Dmitri had given Terri some pills to try.
